The question of who I was consumed me.
I became convinced I should not find the image
of the person that I
was: Seconds passed. What rose to the surface in me
plunged out
of sight again. And yet I felt
the moment of my first investiture
was the moment I began to represent myself—
the moment I began to live—by degrees—second by
second—unrelentingly—Oh mind what you’re doing!—
do you want to be covered or do you want to be seen ?—
And the garment — how it becomes you!—starry
with the eyes of
others,
weeping —
JORIE GRAHAM “Notes on the Reality of the Self”, Materialism